Texture

Have you noticed the texture of life?

Each atom a miniscule hill

To run our fingertips over,

To crave and ache to feel?

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Have you felt the scratch of that tree?

Have you touched the wild wolf’s soft fur?

The sharp, jaded edge of a cliff?

The ripple of water wind-stirred?

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If nature itself comes in waves,

Each surface erupting in curves,

Then have you truly seen her face?

Felt each pore, bump, angle, hair of hers?

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Hills and Valleys are found in the air.

Texture fills our atmosphere.

Caress her cheek, not smooth or fair-

Flatness to texture can’t compare.

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She resembles the texture of life.

Each formation to feel is divine.

Your eyes trained to love smooth, blurred surface

But each inch of her is sublime.